Luke: He's some driver, ain't he, Bo?
Rosco: You boys will shape up when I put you in the slammer for speeding.
Bo: Rosco, you're wrong again. We're sitting on private property. You can't ticket us here.
Luke: If you're so dead set on arresting somebody, you ought to run yourself in. You're trespassing on Jeb Tompkins' land. He ain't never lost too much love for you.